The trees will bear fruit again. Nature will renew itself. I know, I believe that soon, I will be able to just walk out the kitchen door and pick my own bananas again. 28 more words

It’s that time of year again where you can’t swing a crucifix without knocking over some plastic bottles of ready-made pancake mix. Pancakes are hard to avoid at the moment, so it’s unsurprising that they seeped into my consciousness last weekend and I just had to make some for Sunday brunch. 411 more words